Texas Hold 'Em [R for Cussing] [Open]

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Taking a break from the 'remodeling' work he's been doing down in St. Paul's Basilica, Sawyer has settled down in one of the sensoriums. The room--as per his 'mood'--as been transformed into a strip club. The club's name, "Leather & Lace" is scrawled upon the wall behind the bar in giant pink neon lights. On stage, three half-nude women danced topless, gyrating their hips and sliding up and down the silver pole that stood in the center of the stage and performing any number of acrobatic stunts that were sure to leave any man drooling.

At one of the tables, puffing on a cigar, sat Sawyer with a deck of cards, ready to start up a good game of poker. Anyone and everyone was invited to join. Of course, that was conditional on having something to use in place of money. Lucky for Sawyer, he had a massive stash of cigarettes and was--for now--the only one on the ship with access to some booze. He had large bottles of wine and fine liquors that some of the passengers of Flight 815 had carried on board with them, along with a multitude of the sampler bottles that the airline, itself, had carried. So, he was set as far as having something to bet with.

The thing he didn't have, so far, was a gun or bullets to go with it. The question remained: Was there anyone on the ship with an extra gun or extra bullets--or anything else of value--that they might be willing to lose in a friendly game of poker in exchange for some cigarettes and a few sampler bottles of booze?


ooc: Probably best to keep this as one single thread. Feel free to jump in at any time, even if there are already a lot of tags. People can just jump into the game in the middle. No biggie.

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[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey considers his belongings, watching the others.

Carefully, he takes out his money pouch, tugs it open, and picks out his silver and copper coins. "My crossbow doesn't have bolts," he explains.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Looks good to me," Dean replies in response to Gwen. He watches as the bets go on the table, and his eyes wander to the alcohol, hoping he's good enough to be able to win some of it.

"Sounds like we've got a pretty good game going here, huh?"

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen sits down in a chair, and nods.

"Seems so!" She follows the man's gaze to the alcohol, kind of hoping she's at least able to win some, too.

"My name's Gwen by the way," she says.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Sawyer," the guy with the alcohol--and the cards--answers as he shuffles the deck three more times before dealing out two cards to each person. "Ok, rules are: small items equal small items. One cigarette is equal to one low caliber bullet which is equal to one copper coin which is equal to a one dollar chip. Medium sized items, like sampler bottles, higher caliber bullets, and gold coins equal five small items. Large stuff, like the big bottles of booze, weapons, clips, and anything else that's useful equal two medium sized items. Any problems with that?"